Missing you

reaching for the phone

suddenly remembering you are not home

wanting to share the funny things

and the sorrows that life brings

keep finding myself trying to reach you

but having to accept I cannot do so

for you are far away in Heaven and I am still here on Earth

I find myself looking for your smile

aching to hear your voice

knowing I will have to wait until that day we meet again

at Heavens gate.

missing you mom, now and for the rest of my life.

Missing You

When love ends

it is so like a death

cold, confusing, a fact we must accept

no recapturing of that first moment we said I love you

no taking back the last time we said, It is over

We turn and walk away

becoming quickly a memory of yesterday

even when all hope is gone,

it hurts when love decides it can no longer stay

Generation Three

I am my mothers daughter

my daughter is part of

us both...

three generations of women

each so different yet each so much the same

both my mother

and my daughter

are the confirmation of Angels

who I have been blessed to love and call by name

Generation Three

Mother to Daughter The First Dance

I heard your heart beating softly

like a special drum I learned to depend upon

I listened to that beat as I prepared for my time to arrive

diligently I listened to your spirits melody

and it was within the refuge of your womb

that I had my very first dance.

Angel Mother

today I felt you beside me

a soft gentle touch upon my face

swift yet clear to me it was you

in the hallway smelled your perfume

it lingered for only a moment

I closed my eyes and pictured your face

heard you whisper, i am here honey

and although no one may believe me

I have not a single doubt it is so

how I miss your voice

your smile

your laughter

your words of comfort

every day without you is an eternity in itself

I know you are with me

I feel your presence so often

and I am thankful for those fleeting moments

when you return to spend some time with me

sweet angel , mother of mine

I am blessed to be your daughter

I miss you , I love you.

The Locket,the promise

many lifetimes ago
you held me close
as we kissed beneath
the dim rose red lanterns
I searched for your soul
with the eyes of my own
and there I found
a piece of Heaven

with soft whisper
came the promise
that you would return
and I kept that promise
in a tiny brass locket
safely around my neck

With the passing
of each sunrise
and sunset
came the silence of my heart
having found no reason
to speak

On some quiet shore
on some quiet evening
in the acceptance
of your broken promise
two dim rose red lanterns
fell to the ground
and were swept away by the wind

On some quiet shore
on one quiet evening
footprints left so softly
in the sand
moonlight on waters deep
from there drifted gently back to shore
a tiny brass locket
no promise left to keep

beneath the dim rose red lanterns
two souls fell in love
on one quiet evening
on some quiet shore
one forgot the promise
one waits no more.